The Complainer

This is by Bob Dvorak.

In Brooklyn there lived an elderly gentleman who was known around the entire neighborhood as a complainer.

The bread wasn’t warm. The rolls were stale. The coffee was too weak. The produce was too expensive. They don’t make wine like they used to.

One exasperated shopkeeper was talking to another, one day, about him. “Ahh, he’s nothing!” replied the other. “You should meet his sister.” “If she’s so bad, why bother taking her business?” “In the current economy, you have to take a kvetch’s-kvetch-kin approach.”

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